Love Scars: Bad Boy's Bride(18)

And I didn't give a shit if it took her awhile longer to understand, as long as she got the message. She was mine, mine, MINE, and that shit wasn't gonna change for anything or anybody.

When I came for the third time, I became a beast, lifting her legs clean off the bed and pressing them to my sides. I sank my dick deep, blowing another load up her womb, tilting her hips down a little so gravity did all the work. She gushed, coming on me again, giving her hips a sweet little twist that heightened our pleasure.

Fuck. The girl was a natural. If she kept this shit up, I was gonna be worn out long before I was wanted to be. I meant to spend the whole damned night nailing her to the floor.

This time, post-bliss, I pulled out and held her tight. She moaned my name several times, slipping in and out of consciousness. She needed her beauty sleep, especially after everything that had gone down the last couple days. Didn't blame her one bit.

My dick stayed hard against her ass. Greedy bastard. If she was floating off, he'd have to wait for morning. I held on tighter, kissing at the back of her neck, listening to the unsettled murmurs in her dreams.

If I'd been a second too late just a few hours ago, old man Rossini would've fucked me over. The bastard had already killed Victor and Uncle Ignatiev, brother and family patriarch gone in the blink of an eye.

Sure, it was personal before when I stormed into his house and threatened to cut his throat 'til he signed the marriage contract, handing his own flesh and blood over to me, over to the demon who tormented his evil ass.

I thought taking total control of his daughter and fucking my seed into her would be revenge enough. Now that he'd tried to kill his own flesh and blood, all bets were off.

I would've given one head off my eagle tat to figure out where the fuck this was going. Plenty of work was still ahead to make Anna love me, really fucking love me, and accept her new life.

I wasn't sure how it was gonna come down, but one thing was clear: Rossini dug his fucking grave the instant he sent those hit men after her. He'd gotten his second chance and he'd pissed it away.

Killing that piece of shit would spread sparks and blood and bullets all the way across the Atlantic to the old world, where every Strelkov and Rossini and their little puppets would have their daggers out, but I didn't fucking care.

Peace was wishful thinking as long as assholes like Rossini were breathing. I was gonna put his ass down and bury him deep, and then bury his whole fucking operation in the process. Didn't care how much blood I had to spill in between fucking his girl.

After tonight, Rossini blood was gonna live and die by my hand, my mercy. Everybody who served that asshole with a drop of his blood was gonna be dead, and it would only live on with Strelkov DNA tangled up in the kid Anna gave me.

I plucked her sleepy nipple, listening to her sigh and roll in her sleep. God damn she was hot, even when she was fast asleep, my fragile wife, lost in unsettled dreams. Mine.

One more kiss on her forehead sealed the deal.

Sleep tight tonight, babe. Next few weeks are gonna be rough. If I walk outta this alive, you're gonna be the last Rossini living. Just you and our future sons and daughters, the only fucking thing we need to rebuild shit right.#p#分页标题#e#

I'm gonna finish this fucking fight for all my family, past and present, if it's the last thing I do.

Anna slept like the dead.

I showered, threw on my robe, and greeted her with coffee in the morning. Had to beat the servants to the kitchen before they buzzed me with my usual breakfast. Fuck it, I wasn't feeling like much that morning, not after I'd gotten shit straight in my head.

“Drink this,” I said, waking her when the silver tray clinked on the nightstand. “Need you perked up quick, babe.”

She sat up, flushing a little as she pulled the sheet around her. Fuck, I wanted to rip the thing right off and get between her legs again. Too bad business meant I couldn't spend all day in this bed fucking.

She eyed me warily, bringing the steaming coffee cup to her lips. “Did last night really happen?”

“Yeah. Your old man tried to kill your beautiful ass and we fucked past midnight. Anything else you need to know?”

She looked down at her coffee, lips twisted, trying to suppress a smile. “You don't have to be so blunt about it.”

I shrugged. “Only way to be. Hurry up and eat your breakfast, then get cleaned up. We're going to Atlantic City.”

“Jersey? Why?” She sat her cup down and reached for a plate, piling the fruit and toast I'd left on the tray for her.

“Gonna have some fun while I take care of a few things. I can't leave you here. Consider it a honeymoon of sorts.” I took a long pull from my own coffee. “Don't worry. There'll be plenty more when we're through at the casino. This is just for starters.”